War is Hell (IC)

Kyon1 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kyon1** on Fri Feb 19, 2010 7:43 pm

“Stay alert Marines… I have a bad feeling.”

Zak had his scope to his eye on the word "Bad' and his first shot fired on "feeling". It had happened again, he saw the monster drop down on Kane only a second before it actually happened, but he knew this time. Other times it was mundane things that he predicted, like, when a person was going to cross the street or when someone would cut him off on the road, no, this time he was ready. His Bore make a deafening bang as he squeezed the trigger, aiming right below the head, through the neck.

((Ya you in charge of the Damage Incog?))

Eisenhorn · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Eisenhorn** on Fri Feb 19, 2010 8:45 pm

"AHHH! GET IT OFF!"

The scream and the message it conveyed snapped Cain into fluid action. The barrel of his HK74 rifle snapped onto the hostile, thing, and he squeezed the trigger. From his covered position, he had a steady brace as well as a good angle on whatever the hell was tearing at Kane. Rather then spray at the thing, he fired off single shots, partially to avoid further injuring Kane, and more to put shots where they would hurt the most. It had come from somewhere his sensors were not able to pick up, which was worrying, and it was fast and able to tear into a fully suited marine in seconds flat. That was even more worrisome. He wasn't thinking much farther ahead then that, concentrating on nailing the thing that was trying to turn Kane into its new meat bag toy. With each shots recoil, his scowl deepened. If one of these things could soak up this much firepower, they were in serious trouble. The gatling gun having opened up added to his mounting concern. He muttered a comment into the comm channel, considering everyone else had degenerated into yelling borderline desperate yells, a cold calmness, which was disconnected. It was the main reason he was not panicking like everyone else, he had detached for this mission as soon as they disembarked the transport. It wouldn't hold forever, but it kept him calm for now.

"Stop the bloody yelling, not like its going to do more then waste your breath. Watch the pits, who knows how many more of those things there are. Captain, have the nano meds ready, we'll cover you when you move out there to get his sorry rear patched up."

Someone needed to keep their head screwed on right, might as well be him. There wasn't much to do about the suit, but if the nanos couldn't save the man, then the suit was a moot point. The Big Bore's shot rang out, and he really hoped that it was sighted and would actually hit the thing. If that Big Bore missed or didn't do anything, they were in serious trouble. Made him wish he was in a Combat Exo, or at least one of those Exo Lifters, better then nothing.

Incognito · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Incognito** on Sun Feb 21, 2010 12:35 am

The creature screamed as rounds from the smaller HKs and Rippers tore into its flesh, opening bleeding wounds on its face as arms. Lincoln roared as he raised his pistol. The barrel barked a deafening noise; one of the Hand Cannon’s rounds severed the creature’s right arm at the shoulder. Only moments later the high-pitched spinning of the Gatlingcannon’s cylinders could be heard and half a second after that a barrage of bullets slammed into the creature’s chest, tearing it to ribbons and opening up holes big enough to stick a suited fist through.

"Stop the bloody yelling, not like its going to do more then waste your breath. Watch the pits, who knows how many more of those things there are. Captain, have the nano meds ready, we'll cover you when you move out there to get his sorry rear patched up."

Scott ignored Cain and barked into the coms.

“Cease fire! I repeat, cease fire god damnit!”

The last noise was of Cain’s Big Bore, which took the creature’s head clean off its shoulders in a purple mist. Scott glanced at the man and shook his head from side-to-side in a message that was clear, ‘wasn’t that a little overkill?’.
Captain Scott had already pulled up Kane’s life signs. Nothing. No heat beat, no brain activity. The man was dead far beyond any Nano Meds capabilities to heal.

“Man down!”

Despite the suits readings, the Captain rushed over and squatted next to the fallen marine. The armor was completely shredded along with most of Kane’s chest cavity. He quickly counted the organs that were partially intact and the ones that were missing. No lugs, part of the heat was missing… Intestines were shredded.
The Captain lowered his head in a deep sigh. There wasn’t anything anyone could do to save him. The man was dead, and was going to stay dead. He absolutely hated losing men. It was the one thing that made him sad to no end. The worst part about Kane’s death was Scott would have to write to his parents but he hadn’t known the man long enough to say anything truly comforting. He silently hoped the man didn’t have any family so he would be sparred the heart wrench of informing them. Selfish… he knew.

“Private Lucas Kane, KIA.

The suit’s logs automatically recorded and marked Kane down as a KIA. Scott pushed himself up and cursed under his breath.

“Keep your eyes peeled… Going to try and get this generator on.”

It took the Captain a few minuets to fail and fail again. Each time was marked by a variety of curse words and remarks about technology and whatever happened to the ‘On’ button.

“Fuck! Fuck this fucking generator! Turn on! PLEASE!”

The Captain slammed his fist into the control panel multiple times. By some miracle, the systems started to blink on. Scrolling text flashed across the computer screen showing which systems were damaged, or operational. The compound’s lights were damaged and unable to activate, but the air conditioning was operational and there was the sound of moving air as it started to floor through the facility. But that hardly seemed important now.
At that moment there was a deep rumble and then several booms from the massive airlock door to the right of the room. Above the door it said “Aeronautics Wing”. Scott made a hand signal to his squad, ordering them to raise their weapons and cover the door. The large pins holding the door shut fell away one by one until all six were unlocked. The steel behemoth that was the airlock’s blastdoor descended at a painstakingly slow speed… On the other side there was a glint of metal as something stepped forwards out of the darkness.

Kyon1 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kyon1** on Sun Feb 21, 2010 1:18 am

‘wasn’t that a little overkill?’

Zak blinked and stood from his kneeling position. The man was dead. He blinked, then proceeded to remove the clip of his Big Bore. He grabbed another clip and replaced it, putting the clip with only 4 bullets on his strap that held his remaining 2 clips.

After a few slams the air kicked in. "Open" Zak muttered. His cover opened up revealing his face for the first time to his squad. His scar on his right eye barely visible now, showed through as well as his dark black hair. He took a deep breath and breathed in the cool installation air. It was still dark, but he couldn't feel anything else in the room.. but he still stayed sharp, he could never be sure.

The airlock began to slide open, something stepped forward, he unhooked his A12-Sub and held it in position, what was it? another marine? a Survivor? He stood ready for anything.

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Sun Feb 21, 2010 1:37 am

Greenway sighed heavily as he watched the monster practically explode underneath all the weapon fire it was receiving. His eyes widened as the big bore tore through the creature's skull, shaving the head clean off the shoulders. Amazing shot. His amazement was shot down when he realized no vital signs were being received from Kain's suit.

“Man down!”

Greenway hung his head in shame, knowing that the team had just lost a squad member. Already one of their boys had gone down. Greenway didn't mind taking hits, but seeing a member go down always tore him apart inside. He pushed away these weak thoughts as the captain moved on to the generator. They had a job to do, and the demolition specialist couldn't lose his focus.

All it took was a few screw up attempts and a firm punch to get the generator working. The lights seemed as if they would remain forever dark, but the sound of air blowing through the halls made the marine relax and gain some hope back. "Open." He commanded, allowing his helmet to swoosh backwards, revealing his sweaty head. He breathed in deeply as the cool are kissed his face, reviving him and drying the cold sweat that ran from his hair. This relaxing moment of fresh air was cut off short by a deep rumbling noise off to the right.

“Aeronautics Wing," Greenway read aloud, "whatever the hell that means."

He suddenly ordered his helmet to close shut again as the door's bolts fell out of place, and the large hunk of metal descended into the floor. Once the door had completely disappeared, Greenway squinted his eyes to try and see into the darkness ahead. He could see a quick glint in the dark background, like something metal was coming out of the shadows. All this random monster stuff was beginning to piss the marine off.

"Post up behind me." Greenway said angrily, whether he was aloud to give commands or not didn't bother him. He stepped forward ahead of his squad, beginning to squeeze the trigger. His bullets would be able to rip through whatever this thing was without too much trouble. He raised an eyebrow as it began to walk out of the darkness and into the light that shined from Greenway's chest piece. "What the hell..."

Chuckles · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Chuckles** on Sun Feb 21, 2010 3:35 pm

"Private Lucas Kane, KIA."

Lincoln holstered his pistol and retrieved his HK74. He was suddenly very sorely missing a full unit of Spec Ops Marines at his back. What ever that thing was it was a sneaky son of a bitch. He was never comfortable with a standard marine squad, they were good but they excelled in real combat, battle fields, not close quarters fire fights and shit jumping out of the shadows.

His suit showed his bpm at 112. It had shaken him to see something like that, something he had never seen before, that was capable of doing what this thing did. He took a deep breath and got himself in check. The Captain finally got the generator on and the air started moving, but Lincoln kept his visor down.

He knelt next to the body and gave it two taps in the chest with his fist. It was partially habit and partially tradition, going back to when you had to pull a mans dog tag when he went down. The suits did all the logging for them, so the dog tag was replaced by two taps on the chest, not many units did it. Spec Ops units were notorious for it, they felt it helped keep them human, for the logs Lucas Kane was a number, not a person, this was Lincolns way of respecting the man that had fallen, one last pat on the back as it were.

He stood as the door to the Aeronautics wing began to open. Greenway took point with his ZGC, ready to tear any hostile threat to little ribbons. But what stepped out of the shadows was a metallic form, not organic. "What the hell..."

Ryosuka T · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryosuka T** on Sun Feb 21, 2010 11:12 pm

The heavy locks banged as they unhinged from the door, all it takes is a day for these doors to go bad from not being used. The lights flicked on blinding the lonely marine in the room. " Open" she grunted, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light that was pooring in from the other room. Someone actually managed to get this place functional again? The next thing she could notice was more marines some ready with their guns. "Hold your fire!" She called out, just hoping that they would acknowledge. After a few moment she burst out laughing uncontrollably, " They actually sent another rescue squad?" Even command could not have been so neglectful.

Dead silence took her when she looked over to see one of the creatures, even though it was already dead she still flipped out and shot a few rounds at it with her Ripper. "Seems like you met our friends.. Who is your commanding officer?" She tried to ignore the fallen marine, hoping that they were not the one she wants. Even with just seeing them, she trusted them a lot more then having her back to total darkness, with every word she kept getting closer and closer to them until she was only about six feet from the one with his cover up. A scar was slightly visible on his face, though he carried a Big Bore. " Must have run into some sticky situations in your time huh?"

(( Sorry for a bad entry post, I have been sick for the past two days. Thanks for being patient Incognito, I am going back to bed..))

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Sun Feb 21, 2010 11:48 pm

Greenway stopped himself just as the metal figure came into the spotlight. A human! Even better than that, a woman! The marine did not expect to see any survivors in the complex. His pounding heart began to steadily slow back down as the girl was obviously a friendly.

"Hold your fire!" her voice commanded as she walked closer. "They actually sent another rescue squad?"

Greenway lowered his weapon as he commanded his helmet to flip backward off his face again. He wiped the sweat from his brow and scratched his head as he looked the girl over. Dozens of questions for her ran through his head. Who was she? What happened to the complex? Did she see the first rescue team? How was it she was alive all by herself down here? Greenway thought it would be better if he let the captain ask the questions, so he kept his curiosity to himself.

"Seems like you met our friends.." she continued.

"Your friends suck balls." Greenway said as he eyed the dead monster that laid next to their recently deceased squad member. "Guess it was a smart idea not to plant a bomb down here after all." He said as looked at Scott and smirked, referring to the bright idea he had moments before Kane had been attacked.

"Who is your commanding officer?"

Greenway nodded towards the captain's direction and then stepped to the side so that he was no longer blocking her view. As he backed up, he kept his weapon ready as his eyes scanned the entire room. Kane's death was a lesson that needed to be learned from. He wasn't going to let another random surprise attack take another squad member's life as long as he was still alive and alert. He kept silent and kept his focus on the dark areas of the room, keeping an eye out for the others that would be distracted by the pretty newcomer.

Incognito · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Incognito** on Mon Feb 22, 2010 12:59 am

"Hold your fire!"

Scott held up a clench fist to indicate a hold and ceasefire. He lowered the metal arm and looked over the suited marine. She was shaken up, visibly so. The Captain was happy to see somebody alive; it meant they might actually figure out just what the hell was going on down here. The girl shot a few rounds from her Ripper into the corpse and the Captain shifted his weight. He moved a finger to the trigger of his shotgun just incase she turned out to be cracked up.

"They actually sent another rescue squad?"

Scott let his helmet recede and nodded.

"Seems like you met our friends…”

He glanced over at the corpse riddled with holes and missing an arm.

"Your friends suck balls."

The Captain couldn’t agree more…

"Who is your commanding officer?"

Greenway stepped aside and Scott strode forward.

“Captain, Harry Walter Scott, 86th Marine Infantry division. I’ve got a lot of questions, but lets start with the basics. Who are you and where is the rest of your squad?”

Ryosuka T · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryosuka T** on Mon Feb 22, 2010 3:27 pm

"Your friends suck balls." one of the marines remarked.

"That may be why I just happen to be alive" she responded, trying to get her mind off set from the dead marine and creature. Noticing the man he also indicated as he came forth.

“Captain, Harry Walter Scott, 86th Marine Infantry division. I’ve got a lot of questions, but lets start with the basics. Who are you and where is the rest of your squad?”

"Corporal, Susan Kim, coming freshly from hell. My entire team was drug off one by one, I only manage to escape by cutting one of the vent shafts and melding it from the other side." She began to drift off in to a slight paranoid speech. " At first we didn't even know what the hell was hitting us, we thought some well trained pirates were coming in. Though the screeches, the unbearable screeches. It just deafened all of us, I don't even think there was more then one. The helicopter just crashed down, flames sprang up and everything did honestly go to hell. The only ones to actually make it into the building were Doctor Edward, Private. Gregory, and I." Shaking took control of her as she went back through her memories, Doctor Edward was between me and Gregory, I was point. One of those things barreled right between us and ripped Doctor Edward to little shreds, he screamed in horror only to be quieted by the thing taking his jaw clean off. His tongue just wiggled in the open air. When I noticed Gregory was gone, I went into a dead bolt run out of there... I don't know if anyone is even alive anymore."

Her breathe turned heavy, she slowly returned to normal before standing back up straight and spoke directly to Captain Scott. " Out of orders A-1-6 I want to report that I am in no commanding position due to recent activities. Though I would like to join you to find the others, dead or alive"

Kyon1 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kyon1** on Mon Feb 22, 2010 4:30 pm

"Hold your fire"

A womams voice called out. Zak kept his weapon slightly raised as the woman marine walked in. She put a couple rounds into the dead creature. Waste of bullets, Zak thought.

" Must have run into some sticky situations in your time huh?"

Zak just stood there staring at her, his weapon slightly lowered now, but still ready to pop
up and be ready at any time. He didn't respond.

The captian identified himself and imidiately began to question the woman.

"Corporal, Susan Kim, coming freshly from hell." She replied, explaining who she was, and what she was doing. Zak just listened watching her very closely.

Eisenhorn · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Eisenhorn** on Mon Feb 22, 2010 4:33 pm

The suited Marine probably was honestly more surprising to Cain then any abomination that had showed itself. How the hell she survived was beyond him, but he, after a slightly longer then would of been normal pause, he lowered his weapon. He hadn't shot off more then seven shots from his HK74, out of a 30 round mag, 23 rounds left. If he had burned through more then half his clip he would of swapped out for a fresh one, but for now he was good to go. He stood up from his cover, having seen how that thing leaped. Wouldn't do him much good to be behind anything that didn't stop at the ceiling. They were not facing conventional weapons, so conventional tactics would not be nearly as effective as they could be. He kept a careful watch on their surroundings, not being sure that they were alone anymore. He listened as the girl, Corporal Kim as she introduced herself, talked about her experiences with these things. She had lived thus far, but that meant nothing in his books. She had flat out ran in one case, so he couldn't be sure she wouldn't bolt for a bulkhead again. The comment about the Doctor being KIA was mixed good news bad news. Good news, the civvie wouldn't be in the way, bad news, only intel they had was this potentially shell shocked marine. Couldn't be helped, but he would wait until he saw this marine in action before actually judging. No one had addressed him yet, so he kept quiet. No need to clutter the comm's with mindless chatter.

Incognito · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Incognito** on Thu Feb 25, 2010 1:32 pm

"Corporal, Susan Kim, coming freshly from hell. My entire team was drug off one by one, I only manage to escape by cutting one of the vent shafts and melding it from the other side."

The Captain noted the girl was somewhat traumatized, and he could see her mind drifting away from the current situation and into events of the past. He was a doctor after all… He could see these thing!

"At first we didn't even know what the hell was hitting us, we thought some well trained pirates were coming in. Though the screeches, the unbearable screeches. It just deafened all of us, I don't even think there was more then one. The helicopter just crashed down, flames sprang up and everything did honestly go to hell. The only ones to actually make it into the building were Doctor Edward, Private. Gregory, and I."

She started shaking and Scott took a few steps forwards, reaching into his leg compartment.

“Doctor Edward was between me and Gregory, I was point. One of those things barreled right between us and ripped Doctor Edward to little shreds, he screamed in horror only to be quieted by the thing taking his jaw clean off. His tongue just wiggled in the open air. When I noticed Gregory was gone, I went into a dead bolt run out of there... I don't know if anyone is even alive anymore."

The marine was able to calm herself, thankfully, and continued to speak.

"Out of orders A-1-6 I want to report that I am in no commanding position due to recent activities. Though I would like to join you to find the others, dead or alive"

The Captain nodded ethodically and then procured a clear injector with a light blue liquid suspended inside. Scott handed the device to Susan.

“Here, take this. It’ll help with the shaking.”

He paused and lowered his hand then turned around to look at the recently diseased body of the alien. It was grotesque to say the very least. It’s black skin clung to its bone structure, which was vastly different from anything Scott had ever seen. Purple blood oozed from holes all over its body and a tightly coiled pile, that Scott assumed was the beast’s intestine, lay on the ground next to it. He reasoned that they must have fallen out from the large holes created by the Gatlingcannon.

“Well, I assume you don’t know what the fuck this thing is, right Susan?”

The Captain shook his head and turned back around. He opened up a com link to the helicopter that had dropped them off. It was to stay on rotation around the compound so it could boost their signal to the main battle carrier in orbit, which could then boost the signal back to earth, and HQ.

“Juliet two-six-four come in. This is Ground Team Five, we’ve encountered unknown hostiles and are requesting reinforcements…”

Scott waited for what seemed like eternity, but what was only thirty seconds or so, and received no reply. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Repeat. Juliet two-six-four come in, this is Ground Team Five. Anyone out there?”

Still nothing… The Captain looked around at his team and nodded. No one needed to speak; they all knew what had just happened. They were alone.

“I’ll take point. Lieutenant, cover Corporal Susan. Sergeant, your up front with me. Rest of you; cover the rear light up anything that moves. Lets move out.”

At that moment there was a loud clanking from the passageway to the right. A section of the steel ceiling plating fell away and steam erupted from the hole. A long black tail appeared and flipped frantically back and forth in the vision obscuring fog.

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Thu Feb 25, 2010 4:36 pm

Greenway's concentration blocked out all the communication going on with the captain and Susan. So far everything seemed quiet and the Pvt. didn't like it. If there were more of those..."things" out there, they could be watching them right now. The darkness was obviously their weapon, hiding in the shadows and attacking without warning. Cowards. he thought angrily as he finally determined that the area was safe. He turned his attention back to Scott and Susan, keeping his wits about him.

“Repeat. Juliet two-six-four come in, this is Ground Team Five. Anyone out there?”

There was no answer. Greenway's eyes met the captain's as he looked around at the other members. Greenway's face showed disappointment, but he nodded at his captain understanding that they still had a job to do, whether reinforcements would come or not.

“I’ll take point. Lieutenant, cover Corporal Susan. Sergeant, your up front with me. Rest of you; cover the rear light up anything that moves. Lets move out.”

"Yes." the marine grinned as he posted up next to the remaining Pvt.s, commanding his helmet to close shut over his face again. Suddenly, the sound of clanking metal made Greenway jump as he turned to see a hole with thick steam pouring out of it. A black tail waved back and forth as if taunting him and the other marines.

"Son of a bitch...it's playing with us." He spoke as he realized that it was just sitting in the steam, possibly looking straight at him.

Chuckles · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Chuckles** on Thu Feb 25, 2010 10:52 pm

Lincoln had remained silent, keeping an eye on the shadows. It took a moment for him to realize Scott had tried to contact command. He had always played by the 'fire and forget' rules, once you hit the ground command forgot about you, that was the way Spec Ops had always worked. It actually unnerved him in this case, this wasn't a Spec Ops mission, they should have had contact.

He began to move when he was given his orders, back up front where the action was. The sudden noise stopped him in his tracks and he watched as the tail emerged from the ceiling grid.

"Son of a bitch...it's playing with us."

Lincoln raised his rifle, "Game's called shoot the bastard Greenway." He yelled the last four words as he began firing into the grid just above where the tail swung back and forth. He was quickly getting tired of things appearing out of ceilings, and these things were so damned ugly it gave him a chill, not to mention brutal, savage, efficient, deadly, and unnatural.

Ryosuka T · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryosuka T** on Fri Feb 26, 2010 9:04 pm

((So so sorry, had a relapse and went to the hospital..))

"Son of a bitch...it's playing with us."

Susan quietly pushed herself between the group, her voice already felt worn out. Her eyes were stuck on the tail that emerged from the ceiling. Why could they not just kill her and get it over with, its almost as if they just want to torture her for the rest of life itself. " They follow me, on many occasions they could have killed me.. Yet they left me alive"

"Game's called shoot the bastard Greenway." Lincoln yelled before shooting.

The gun shots made Susan jump for a second, "Your wasting bullets" More memories of these creatures past through her mind, some would spit just to toy with you. These things were intelligent, and surely the one who killed the other marine had a death wish. It is unlike them just to put themselves infront of gunfire. "Unless..." Her eyes gazed around the room trying to look for something that they would even bother to protect. "...Nevermind" She said to disconcern the others around her. There had to be some reason these things wanted in this complex so much, some reason they kept her alive.

Eisenhorn · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Eisenhorn** on Sat Feb 27, 2010 12:48 am

"Son of a bitch...it's playing with us."

Cain watched the tail, tracing its pattern with the barrel of his rifle, not firing just yet. No clean line of sight, waste of ammo to just spit ammo in its direction with the potential hope of hitting something. That gets a man killed fast, not having enough ammo to handle threats because of wasteful use earlier in the fight. As if ignoring his thoughts, which was a good thing all things considered, reading his mind was a bad thing, Lincoln called out before opening up with his weapons.

"Game's called shoot the bastard Greenway."

Cain shook his head, and was barely beaten to the comment on waste of ammo by the Susan girl. Sounded like she had her head screwed on right with that comment, which was a plus. Would take much more to change his opinion, but it was a start. When she said unless though, it got him looking around as well. She had more experience with these things, so she had the most intel, therefor was more useful then the average marine. He sent the curt question her way, while confirming her comment on the waste of ammo.

"She's right, stop shooting at something that's practically a ghost. All you'll do is piss it off, maybe nick it if your lucky. And unless what Susan, you know more about these things then the rest of us." He didn't bother trying to hide why he asked, only got out the words as fast as understandable, not wanting to be potentially standing in the middle of a trap or the like.

Incognito · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Incognito** on Sat Feb 27, 2010 1:25 am

"She's right, stop shooting at something that's practically a ghost. All you'll do is piss it off, maybe nick it if your lucky. And unless what Susan, you know more about these things then the rest of us."

The Captain held up a fist, roaring commands over the coms.

“Hold fire!!”

The shots ceased immediately. The tail stilled whipped back and forth but something clearly didn’t look right. Scott tilted his head and squinted at the flailing object.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me…”

Walking over he grabbed what was now clearly visible as simply a fat electrical cord. He shook it at the other marines and was thoroughly pissed off by the whole ordeal.

“Alright... who the FUCK built this place?! Who puts electrical cording next to a steam pipe?”

Storming back to the group he sighed and shook his head.

“Keep an eye out marines… the steam line didn’t rupture unassisted. These bastards are smart and Greenway is right, there toying with us.”

Raising his gun he looked at Susan and nodded. Pulling up a map of the complex he reviewed their current position and circled it in blue.

“Maintain the plan. Susan, which way?”

Lerro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lerro** on Sat Feb 27, 2010 1:38 pm

Greenway tensed up as Scott walked over to the flailing tail of death. What in the world was he doing?? Did he seriously have a death wish? The marine didn't know, but he wasn't going to leave his captain defenseless. He moved to the side aiming his Gatlingcannon at the enemy, just in case Scott needed some cover fire.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me…”

Greenway's eyes went wide with surprise as Scott reached over and grabbed the tail. Then as he turned around, he held it up so that all could see it was...an electric cord. Immediately, Greenway nearly dropped his weapon and began laughing. His eyes watered up from the laughter.

"Ugh, man." He said, catching his breath. "You really showed that cord a thing or two." He punched Lincoln's shoulder with a friendly fist, still slightly laughing.

“Alright... who the FUCK built this place?! Who puts electrical cording next to a steam pipe?”

It was a good question, and despite Greenway's effort to think of an answer, nothing came to mind. Perhaps the creatures actually set it there on purpose, knowing that it looked like a tail to the marines just to scare them off. Maybe the beast like chewing on power cords, hell Greenway didn't know for sure.

“Keep an eye out marines…" Scott ordered, "the steam line didn’t rupture unassisted. These bastards are smart and Greenway is right, there toying with us. Maintain the plan. Susan, which way?”

"Yeah Sus, get us out of this generator room." Greenway nodded, positioning himself next to the girl, "I say we look for a place to post up and go on a hunting spree, unless we're still bent on finding survivors. Honestly, other than Susan, I don't think there are any left..." His doubts were hopefully understandable. Who in the world would be able to survive in this dark complex all alone? Susan must of lucked out finding them there, or she was just that good of a survivor.

Ryosuka T · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryosuka T** on Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:07 am

"And unless what Susan, you know more about these things then the rest of us."

"They could be possibly covering up something, or they are distracting us for an attack. I said nevermind, because they know at least one of us understand that they would try that. It is exactly how they got one of our squad members. They distracted and picked off from the rear of the group. No doubt they are advancing their tactics, and trying to make us all jumpy and uneasy. Thanks to one of the other brilliant privates, they understand that we dont have infinite ammo. He wasted off all his bullets on the tail, and when we needed it, his gun wouldn't fire. So remember, keep eyes pealed for anything, but don't fire unless you see its head."

Susan studied the cord that the captain was holding up, “Alright... who the FUCK built this place?! Who puts electrical cording next to a steam pipe?” She was rather annoyed, for she knew exactly the people who helped build this sector.

"Some of the most brillaint people you will never know." She said addressing him as he walked back. " You fail to notice two thing, one, if it is was whipping back and forth, power had to run through it. Though did you notice there was no sparks running through the other side of it. Even then, you pulled it down with no other peice of line. At least more would come down, and you would have to cut the thing yourself. If it were already cut in the rafters in a second spot which is very unlikely, then you would be hearing the buzzing from the other electrical break point. On top of that, did you not come from that direction Captain? How would it be not one of you well trained units did not notice a downed cord, or at least a crack or bound that symbolized it was a weakened section of steel. The first thing you learn as a Spec Ops is to eye those little things that could be used against you including possible enemy jump points. Even sewer holes! I am certain your squad contains of at least one."

Her arm lifted to point towards Lincoln "This soldier at least had a mild fact, that that thing was indeed moving. The creatures don't have to be so stupid as to actually let their own tails sway infront of well armed soldiers, especially after seeing their own getting gunned down. They are smart, one may of been sitting up there moving it back and forth, using the shaft as a resistance point making it appear that the point of movement originated from the tip of the cord."

“Maintain the plan. Susan, which way?” She looked over the map, confused at to what their plans actually were. But she went on ahead and assumed it was to find the others.

"It was in the military wing that Edward was killed, so thats where we want to go. If Gregory is alive he would be in the Ammunition Storage. So we have to go through the Aeronautics Wing, where I came from. Because trust me, the Docking Bay is out of the question." Her finger remained in the Military Wing, exactly where the Ammunition Storage was found. "Me and Gregory stopped their a small while before Edward was killed. It had a heavy door, its built like a safe. He may be safe if he made it there."

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